Back to Basics
Disclaimer! I don't own cowboy bebop
Ed is sitting in the main room of the Bebop, with her loved tomato. She hears the hanger door open and Ein begins to bark. Jet wearing his little apron, sticks his head out of the kitchen.
"Uggh!" mutters Faye. Spike follows in behind her, with an also not so pleasant expression.
"So I'm guessin you guys didn't get him", says Jet.
"What do you think?" Spike replies sarcastically.
Faye plops down on the old yellow couch. "Arg, my back is killing me. You know Spike, if you hadn't gotten in my way, I wouldn't have tripped over you and practically broke my back."
"Well I wouldn't have gotten the guy if you hadn't been jerkin around" retorted Spike.
"What the hell, I know you're not blaming this on me?" shouted Faye.
Spike takes off his blue jacket, and unbuttons a few buttons on his yellow shirt. All that running around and no reward got him a little hot and frustrated. "Wanna bet?"
Jet takes off his apron and walks towards Ed. He pulls the lazy doll up by her arm to drag her away from the room. Halfway down the hall Jet says, "You don't wanna be there when they get into it Ed... it's like a bomb waiting to go off". Ein instinctively follows them out of the room.
After a little longer of this back and forth yelling match, Spike says, "Faye, do you realize that your arguing just made Jet leave the room. I think it's your duty now to get up off your lazy ass and fix me some dinner."
"WHAT?!" screamed Faye. "You can't be serious. If anyone is gonna be making dinner, it's gonna be YOU! Ow, my back!"
Spike ran his fingers through his green poofy hair, looking over at Faye sprawled on the yellow couch. He did kinda feel bad for the girl. After all, she wouldn't be in so much pain if it weren't for him pushing her out of the way. She was sitting over there whimpering like a puppy.
"Pathetic", said Spike. "Come on, don't be such a baby. You're a big girl, you can handle it."
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Per--- Owww!" screams Faye.
Spike starts to get a weird feeling in his stomach. Could this be guilt? Spike looks over at Faye again. She was sitting on her stomach fussing into a couch cushion. Her lower back and long creamy legs were exposed due to the fact that she was wearing her usual skimpy yellow ensemble. Although Faye got into a lot of arguments with him, she was still an alright comrade. She got into a lot of arguments with everyone, but that didn't matter. Spike supposed a lot of women were like that. Spike decided to go over to Faye and do something nice for her. He wasn't sure if he did it to be nice, or just to get a rise out of her.
"Fmmmph... AH what the hell?" Faye finally managed to spit out.
"What?" asked Spike coyly.
"Why are you touching my shoulders like that?" she asked.
God, she really was the shrew woman. Why couldn't she believe that someone was doing something nice for her.
"It's called a massage Faye. I'm trying to be nice" said Spike as he was rubbing deeply into her shoulders. He was kneading back and forth, going a little lower each time.
"Well, I suppose this is alright. It's about time you started being nice to me anyway." Faye smiled to herself. His coarse hands against her smooth skin felt so good.
Spike started to massage her lower back, then went up a little under the back of her yellow shirt. This startled Faye at first, but she thought to herself that Spike wouldn't be stupid enough to try and pull any moves, so ignored it. Spike was now sitting on the couch next to her to get at a better angle. He pressed his thumbs deep into her lower back, pressing up and down.
"Mmm" Faye muttered.
Spike smiled to himself, "so, is that a sign of you enjoying yourself?" he asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she lazily said. His fingers were making her body tired, but more sensitive to every little movement.
"You know what I'm talking about. I just heard you moan out loud" Spike replied.
Her back was feeling a lot better. Too good in fact. She didn't want to admit that Spike was making her feel happy. He would have gotten such a big head out of it.
"Liar."
"You know what would make this even better, is if we had some lotion."
Faye sat up suddenly, a little alarmed by his forwardness.
"Come on Faye, I know you got some girly good smelling stuff in your room."
With this remark, Faye leapt off the couch.
"Oh Spike, didn't you say something about being hungry?"
Disclaimer! I don't own cowboy bebop
Ed is sitting in the main room of the Bebop, with her loved tomato. She hears the hanger door open and Ein begins to bark. Jet wearing his little apron, sticks his head out of the kitchen.
"Uggh!" mutters Faye. Spike follows in behind her, with an also not so pleasant expression.
"So I'm guessin you guys didn't get him", says Jet.
"What do you think?" Spike replies sarcastically.
Faye plops down on the old yellow couch. "Arg, my back is killing me. You know Spike, if you hadn't gotten in my way, I wouldn't have tripped over you and practically broke my back."
"Well I wouldn't have gotten the guy if you hadn't been jerkin around" retorted Spike.
"What the hell, I know you're not blaming this on me?" shouted Faye.
Spike takes off his blue jacket, and unbuttons a few buttons on his yellow shirt. All that running around and no reward got him a little hot and frustrated. "Wanna bet?"
Jet takes off his apron and walks towards Ed. He pulls the lazy doll up by her arm to drag her away from the room. Halfway down the hall Jet says, "You don't wanna be there when they get into it Ed... it's like a bomb waiting to go off". Ein instinctively follows them out of the room.
After a little longer of this back and forth yelling match, Spike says, "Faye, do you realize that your arguing just made Jet leave the room. I think it's your duty now to get up off your lazy ass and fix me some dinner."
"WHAT?!" screamed Faye. "You can't be serious. If anyone is gonna be making dinner, it's gonna be YOU! Ow, my back!"
Spike ran his fingers through his green poofy hair, looking over at Faye sprawled on the yellow couch. He did kinda feel bad for the girl. After all, she wouldn't be in so much pain if it weren't for him pushing her out of the way. She was sitting over there whimpering like a puppy.
"Pathetic", said Spike. "Come on, don't be such a baby. You're a big girl, you can handle it."
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Per--- Owww!" screams Faye.
Spike starts to get a weird feeling in his stomach. Could this be guilt? Spike looks over at Faye again. She was sitting on her stomach fussing into a couch cushion. Her lower back and long creamy legs were exposed due to the fact that she was wearing her usual skimpy yellow ensemble. Although Faye got into a lot of arguments with him, she was still an alright comrade. She got into a lot of arguments with everyone, but that didn't matter. Spike supposed a lot of women were like that. Spike decided to go over to Faye and do something nice for her. He wasn't sure if he did it to be nice, or just to get a rise out of her.
"Fmmmph... AH what the hell?" Faye finally managed to spit out.
"What?" asked Spike coyly.
"Why are you touching my shoulders like that?" she asked.
God, she really was the shrew woman. Why couldn't she believe that someone was doing something nice for her.
"It's called a massage Faye. I'm trying to be nice" said Spike as he was rubbing deeply into her shoulders. He was kneading back and forth, going a little lower each time.
"Well, I suppose this is alright. It's about time you started being nice to me anyway." Faye smiled to herself. His coarse hands against her smooth skin felt so good.
Spike started to massage her lower back, then went up a little under the back of her yellow shirt. This startled Faye at first, but she thought to herself that Spike wouldn't be stupid enough to try and pull any moves, so ignored it. Spike was now sitting on the couch next to her to get at a better angle. He pressed his thumbs deep into her lower back, pressing up and down.
"Mmm" Faye muttered.
Spike smiled to himself, "so, is that a sign of you enjoying yourself?" he asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she lazily said. His fingers were making her body tired, but more sensitive to every little movement.
"You know what I'm talking about. I just heard you moan out loud" Spike replied.
Her back was feeling a lot better. Too good in fact. She didn't want to admit that Spike was making her feel happy. He would have gotten such a big head out of it.
"Liar."
"You know what would make this even better, is if we had some lotion."
Faye sat up suddenly, a little alarmed by his forwardness.
"Come on Faye, I know you got some girly good smelling stuff in your room."
With this remark, Faye leapt off the couch.
"Oh Spike, didn't you say something about being hungry?"